There was a strange silence over Nigellagate from some feminist commentators who usually appear to have the acronym AMAB (all men are b******s) tattooed on their typing fingers.

Had Kerry Katona been snapped getting throttled by her partner outside a Toby Carvery in ­Warrington, and stayed silent, I’m sure there’d have been a tweetfest about Little Miss Thickoe betraying her gender by failing to report the ­Neanderthal scumbag.

But with it happening to The Thinking Man’s Crumpet, in Mayfair, via the hands of an ­influential art collector, they kept schtum.

Well, Nigella’s their mate, and her dinner parties are divine. So best not over-egg the pudding, eh?

The irony is there has never been a better time to play the AMAB card.

Rarely, over the past few months, have I watched TV news without my wife or one of my daughters reacting to a ­horrific story with the words: “Why is it always men?”

From the Derby dad who burned his kids to the murderers of Tia Sharp and April Jones, WPC-killer Dale Cregan to child-abuser Stuart Hall, men are starting to look about as attractive as a tribe of cannabilistic apes who use the bones of their victims to wipe their behinds.

And what is almost as offensive as the acts themselves is the ­cowardice.

Their initial denial of guilt in the hope they’d get away with it.

Maybe they’re aware there’s plenty of men out there ready to give a ­helping hand. Take Hall’s lawyer Crispin Aylett who appealed for leniency by saying he’s a “bewildered 83-year-old man” who only had 13 victims, ­unlike Jimmy Savile who had 1,300.

Which may have worked on the male judge who clearly felt sorry for poor old Hall, who will now probably serve a fortnight for each of the girl’s lives he grotesquely scarred.

Of course, the vast majority of men wouldn’t dream of wreaking violence or abuse on women and children.

But how many of us have allowed ourselves to aid and abet it?

How many of us ­believe it’s best not to intervene in things that don’t concern us because we don’t know what we’re getting into?

Why did no man outside that Mayfair restaurant have the balls to stand up to Saatchi as he ­throttled his wife?

How often do you see YouTube footage of a ranting racist or a sex pest being allowed to do his worst because men around keep their head down?

Remember the horrific broad daylight murder of Drummer Lee Rigby in Woolwich, when the only people to confront the killers were women?

Decent men are still in the ­majority and there are plenty of have-a-go heroes among us.

But, like our sperm count, the numbers seem to be receding. We need help.

Maybe the country’s top ad-man could re-brand us with slogans like “Masculinity Isn’t Working”.

No, hang on... maybe we should call in the nation’s top celebrity PR man.

No, best give that a couple of months. Or maybe we should see our priests or bishops. No, best not.

Although we’d better work something out soon before Loose Women is granted, by popular demand, a Friday afternoon castration slot.